This is a work of fanfiction. Inuyasha and all characters belonging to the anime/manga do not belong to me. The plot and original characters do. So please don't sue. SPOILERS up to Kikyo's death

The possessiveness could be chalked up to the fact that he’d marked her. He’d expected to feel that, and was prepared to deal with it. After all, to a youkai that had spent no small time fighting to keep what he had, possessiveness was no new emotion to Sesshoumaru. Even the respect he had for her was due to the uncommon level headedness she’d used to approach the….the…situation. She was a testament to the remarkable diversity of her race.

Yes, her race…yet another mystery. Today as she talked to the monk, he’d been in a position to try and test the idea that had occurred to him earlier. The more he thought about it…..the more positive he became….Kagome was definitely not ningen.

Her aura, both on the terrestrial and astral plane, were much too large….and as active as any respectable youkai’s. But the most solid piece of evidence was her smell….or rather lack of one. All humans, including his Rin, had a base stench. It was the smell of sweat, and the continuous death of each cell that made up the husks that housed their souls for their brief lifespan.

The miko smelled of cherry blossoms, and more recently of sweet, sweet arousal. Sesshoumaru squelched a groan, and settled in for another night of dreams haunted by the miko’s moans.

Jakken grinned to himself as he stoked the fire, Finally, it seemed that Sesshoumaru-sama was catching on. His faith in the Great Lord was not misplaced. Yes, everything is going well. That means….soon….soon this Jakken will have to show Sesshoumaru-sama the scrolls. His hunched form shuddered at the thought of his master’s reaction when told that he’d hidden them from him to begin with. Sesshoumaru-sama is very creative when it come to new ways to cause pain.

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Kagome settled down around the campfire, having finished her day’s business with human’s, hanyou’s, youkai’s, and Taiyoukai’s alike! She furtively looked up into the surrounding tree’s to make sure that her suspicions were correct. It was three day’s before the new moon, the night that Inuyasha turned from hanyou to ningen.

Over the years, Kagome had noticed that a few days before the ‘dreaded event’ Inuyasha would skip off at night and brood about his horrid lot in life, or his mortality….who knew?

Seeing that the hanyou was indeed gone, that Shippou was asleep next to Kirara, and that Sango and Miroku were busy flirting…errr….she meant fighting, Kagome pulled out a folded piece of white cloth and a sowing kit from her yellow back pack.

Had Miroku not been occupied, he could have vouched that the cloth bore an eerie resemblance to the shirt Sesshoumaru was wearing (or that me hme had stripped him of), the day he’d “chanced” upon them.

It was some time later, when the moon was high in the sky, and all good little miko’s were abed, that Kagome heard Sango rustling through the sack that contained their foodstuffs.

“Sango-chan, are you O.k.?” Usually the huntress slept like a log.

“Hai Kagome-chan… my stomach is bothering me a bit. You

know…its…er…my womanly time.”

Kagome winced in sympathy. Once she tried to introduce Sango to pad’s and tampon’s, only to watch a look of horror, usually saved for time when death was imminent, cross her friends face. She still recalled the screech, ‘Put what….where?!!!’ It seemed that these things were not discussed in medieval Japan. Ah well, it was worth a try!

Just as sleeps gentle embrace was about to claim her, Kagome shot straight up. OH GOD HELP ME!!!!

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Sesshoumaru frowned as the sun’s rosy fingers gripped the edge of the horizon for one last moment. Kagome usually summoned him by now. Ever since she’dn han harmed- again- he’d grown increasingly paranoid for her physical health.

As the North Star made its brilliant presence known, Sesshoumaru inhaled deeply, and took off in search of his errant miko.

When he found her by the edge of a spring, he realized that it was maybe not her physical health he should concern himself with, but rather her mental health. Kagome was frenetically pacing back and forth, muttering to herself.

Not used to having his being ignored, Sesshoumaru growled. Her response was instantaneous. Kagome snapped around and chucked herself into the unknowing youkai’s chest. It was even more difficult to make out what she was saying now that his sleeve was muffling her words.

“Sesshoumaru…we have a big…..no HUGE problem! I mean how could I forget!!!! Thank Kami Iembeembered…..oh Kami-sama what will we Its Its really quite a lot of blood…..and it goes on for SEVEN days. What will they say….there is no--”

Kagome found herself being shaken. Once Sesshoumaru determined that she’d re-gathered the obviously shattered pieces of her sanity, he put her down and tilted her chin upwards. “What are you talking about?.”

Her wide, wide eyes met his…..just before she began to blush wildly. "Errrr, what exactly do you know about the…..uh…heheheh…ummmm…..the uh…you know……thefemalereproductivecycle?" Something must have betrayed that he had no idea what she was talking about. “You know…that time of the month.”

From what he was able to piece together she was referring to the few days that females would disappear after they went into heat. That was as far as his knowledge went. Did she think she could get away without seeing him for that week?

Kagome just stared ae eve evidently clueless youkai in front of her. The poor man really did not know what was about to hit him.

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The Red Hunger: Chapter 5 Preview

“Fine! But if you get into trouble don’t call my name!!!”……….. “Well….it’s…uh…ah…it’s a tampon.”………… Sesshoumaru’s mind whirled, and a wicked, wicked smile graced his fey features………… ‘….for seven days….Oh……the possibilities were endless.’

Title: Yume

Author: Tsukitani

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